Simply G
A silly pun,
A random expression,
A wacky dance,
Just for a second of a happy glance.
On my mom and bro,
My best friend,
A nameless store clerk
I don't even know.
Somehow when the road seems dark,
when thoughts don't seem clear,
when the stress compiles,
I have the gift of placing a smile.
I seek the opportunity,
I dream of the day,
Of being someone's mental break.
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